with each love i cut loose i was never the same
Flora laughs, eyes bright with a sort of wicked amusement that never quite bothers to hide itself. "Well," she drawls, letting the word stretch just a little as she looks him over like she’s genuinely considering it, "maybe we could stand on your virginity pedestal instead."
Her gaze flicks to the sad remains of his coffee before she nods once, slow and thoughtful, as if arriving at a very reasonable conclusion. "Mmm. You really ought to be more careful," she tells him, entirely straight-faced, as though she hasn’t been the architect of that particular disaster from the start.
Then she’s stepping in close without hesitation, slipping her arm through Niki's, her shoulder brushing his as she tugs gently, insistently, already turning them back toward the house.
~FIN
Her gaze flicks to the sad remains of his coffee before she nods once, slow and thoughtful, as if arriving at a very reasonable conclusion. "Mmm. You really ought to be more careful," she tells him, entirely straight-faced, as though she hasn’t been the architect of that particular disaster from the start.
Then she’s stepping in close without hesitation, slipping her arm through Niki's, her shoulder brushing his as she tugs gently, insistently, already turning them back toward the house.
~FIN
